The boy goes to this year-round school, see. And they can opt out of what is called intersession. I told Cole, "This year, you can pick an intersession to skip." He picked the Winter Intersession, i.e. the last two weeks and counting.
Oh, it's not like he's hard to entertain. He's 10, after all. You give him a room full of Legos and Internet access and he's golden.
But sometimes, when I'm not being "LET'S TAKE A PICTURE OF THIS!" Mom, I sneak up on him to catch just a quick glimpse from the hallway. My sweet, sensitive, creative boy who'll only be 10 for a handful of months more.
And then I'm tempted to home school him, just to get as much of this boy-ness as I can before it's gone.
Then I remember I'm horrible at math, I rely FAR too much on Wikipedia, and watching a 4-hour Woodstock documentary with your kid may not be seen by all as "educational."
Still, we'll always have Winter Intersession 2010, Coley. Right?
Now could you be a love and pick up a few Legos?